I was traveling over a weekend right after graduating from college and
was really tired after a conference I attended. I had a one night stay
over in the hotel where the conference had been held and I didn’t feel
like going out but was pretty horny. I was looking at massage ads online
and found an agency that had both males and females available for outcall
massage. I called the agency and asked if they had any fairly masculine
guys. They said they had one bisexual guy and I agreed to have him come
to my hotel for a massage.
When the guy arrived, he was 19 years old, about 5’9″, ~165 lbs, stocky
wrestlers build, muscular with a really nice body and a tight bubble
butt. He had light brown hair and a very handsome boyish looking face,
clean shaven with a nice smile. He looked like a lean football player
with nice rippled abs. I asked if he would mind wearing just a jockstrap
during my massage and he smiled and said it was no problem. He turned
away from me as he stripped and I watched his fit ass as he stepped into
one of my jocks that I handed him. When he was stripped down, I liked
the looks of his strong developed chest and was really turned on by his
tattoos, one on his right pec, the other on his left buttcheek. He gave
me a pretty good massage but did not seem to have a lot of experience in
that department. We talked about his bisexuality, his girlfriend, my
girlfriend, and sex in general during the massage. He asked how old I was
and commented on how nice my body looked. I laid naked on the bed and my
dick got just a little plumped up during the massage but I mainly enjoyed
his strong athletic hands on my body and looking at his own hot body in
the jock.
After the massage, I asked if he’d strike a few poses in the jockstrap.
He suddenly looked a bit shy but agreed to do it. I had him bend over
with his ass toward me, turn around a few times standing, squat in a
football center’s position, and flex his muscles. He kind of giggled
while he did it, feeling a little embarrassed, but I think he liked
showing off a lot. I got up with more than a plump half-hardon now. As he
posed I leaned in real close to his body, taking in his nice clean body
smells. I ran my hands over his pecs and lightly down over his expanding
jockstrap. I put my hardon between his muscular asscheeks enclosed
between the straps of the jock and began to play with his nipples. He
did not mind the contact at all and I held my mouth close to his ear and
whispered that I thought he liked doing nasty things and that I knew it
actually excited him a lot to show off his tight compact body. I kept
rubbing my cock in his crack, wet with precum, and he had his eyes
closed, starting to sway a bit, while I continued dirty talking in his
ear.
Suddenly he swung around and pulled my face to his and began passionately
kissing me. He wrapped one strong arm around my waist and pulled my body
close, my hard cock up against his jock, grinding the pouch against the
smooth skin of my hardon. I reached my hands down and grabbed his two
round hard cheeks in my hands, squeezing and pulling him even closer. I
couldn’t believe the kisses this kid was giving me. His mouth was clean
and fresh and his strength came through even in his kisses, deep and
strong. It was like he’d never kissed before.
I picked the kid up and carried him back to the bed and laid him down on
his back. I pulled his cock out the side of the jockpouch, a nice thick
7.5 inches, uncut with a thick hood on it. I maintained eye contact as I
slid his foreskin up and down the head and shaft until he was really wet
and oozing. He kept pulling my head down to kiss me more, like he was
starving for the mouth contact. I wet my finger with his precum and spit
in my palm and began to work my finger across his tight pink asshole.
Pulling back, my cock throbbed, looking at him laying there, wanting it,
his cock out of the pouch, leaking on his thigh, his hot young asshole
framed by the straps of the jock, perfect, pink, and so fucking tight. I
wanted to eat it but had no idea where he was from so restrained myself.
I pulled the coarse straps of the jock down between his legs and began to
saw the fabric against his sensitive hole while I reached up and traced
the eagle tattoo on his pec and began to tease one nipple.
We weren’t saying much by that time. I straddled his head and he began to
eat my thick cock like it was dinner, occasionally squirming his tongue
back under my nuts or licking at my low hangers until they were dripping
wet with his slobber. I licked the precum off his dickhead and sunk the
shaft into my throat and heard him groan around my cock as he began to
squirm his hips around, trying to work his thick meat deeper into my
throat. I was sucking him wetly, saturating the jockpouch with my saliva.
I pulled off when I knew he had my cock wet enough for some play. I
condomed up and lubed my hardon then began to rub my dickhead against
his hole, all the while alternating between pulling at his foreskin and
tweaking his hot nipples which poked out on the muscular mounds of his
well defined chest. Finally he said something. “Please sir, I really
wanna get fucked”.
He had such a cocky look when he had come in to the room yet was really
friendly. To hear him beg for dick really turned me on more. I asked if
he was sure and he nodded emphatically yes. I looked up at his face and
saw how happy he looked, his strong hands were on his nipples, twisting
them and playing with the tips. His cock was arched out of the strap,
with a nice upward curve, the foreskin retracted and the pink head shiny
with precum and my spit. I positioned myself at his tight pink anus
framed by the nasty jockstrap and I maintained eye contact as I slid my
cock in, feeling his tight asslips clench over my fat cockhead. He let
out a small gasp. I’m sure he was not quite ready for my girth. But with
just a few little in and out strokes, I was sinking almost the full
length into his tight athletic hole. When he felt my pubic hair against
his sensitive skin, he reached up and pulled my head down and began
passionately kissing again, in between letting out masculine growls of
“Drive that cock in me.” and “Fuck me good, buddy.”
I didn’t fuck him long. I usually can last for as long as my partner
wants. But the whole scene had my engines on overload. Hell, I had
thought I was tired before he showed up. I began making full strokes in
his ass, sometimes feeling the straps of the jock chafe my cock when I
pulled out. When I thought I was in deep, he grabbed my ass and pulled me
in even deeper, all the time never letting up on the hot kisses. I had
reached down and pulled the jock to where it was bunched under his low
hanging balls and I started a slow jacking rhythm on his hard bone in
tune with my cock strokes. I knew we were both close.
It happened really quick. He got a wild-eyed look that told me he was
ready to cum and he pulled my head even closer, now raping the inside of
my mouth with his strong tongue. I felt the spasms through his thick
shaft as his hot teenspooge flew out and coated our necks, his chest, and
the eagle tattoo. I gave a final shove in as deep as I could as I
unloaded into the condom deep in his clenching ass.
He wouldn’t let me pull out right away. He held held on to my ass and had
me stay deep in him for what seemed like a long time. His kisses
decreased in intensity but I still laid on top of him in the pool of
splattered teen jism while he stroked my back and ass. We cleaned up and
laid back down on the bed naked, talking about life. He said he felt
kind of guilty doing what he was doing but he had no other way to save
for college. I told him a bit about financial aid and tried to make him
feel less guilty about his current chosen occupation. I also told him how
handsome he was and how nice his body looked, which I could tell he
enjoyed hearing, maybe not hearing it enough. He had now been in my room
for over two hours and said he’d better be going or he would be in
trouble with the agency. Then he looked me in the eye and told me I had
really made him feel good about himself and that the sex was the most
intense he’d ever had with a man.
I don’t know if he says that to everyone. I handed him a extra $100 bill
and told him it was for his education fund. There’s no price on the
exchange that happened between us. I think of him now and again and try
to send positive thoughts his way. I hope that he found some way to
better his circumstances or that he was able to accept his calling if he
remained in it for awhile. I also hoped all guys would treat him with the
respect he deserved.
The End
